"We're in the right place. We're here for you!" the staff member said sternly. "What you said in your interview has seriously disrupted our work!"
"You need to respond! And explain yourself! Right now!"
Interview?
Tao Zhiyan was a little confused.
What interview?
The chairman stepped forward, his tone still reasonably polite. "What should I call you?"
Tao Zhiyan quietly backed behind a chair, using its legs to hide his feet. "Tao Zhiyan."
Unable to see Tao Zhiyan's feet, the chairman could only look up in disappointment. "Mr. Tao, how did you learn who our award winners were?"
So...
He meant that interview where I guessed the winners?
"I guessed," Tao Zhiyan answered.
"Oh, you guessed." The chairman nodded. "In other words, you spoke recklessly in public without knowing anything at all, correct?"
Tao Zhiyan's eyes shifted slightly, and he gave a quiet "Mm."
"Let me make one thing clear," the chairman said. His tone was calm, but his words were especially vicious and grating. "What you've done is already enough for me to sue you for spreading rumors and defamation. Getting you up to three years in prison would be no problem."
"You're a butler, aren't you?"
Tao Zhiyan realized they hadn't come with good intentions.
His face remained largely expressionless, and he showed no intention of answering.
The chairman swallowed.
He had to admit, this sort of cold, restrained beauty really did it for him.
Those legs were so straight, so long.
He seems to be wearing leather shoes, the chairman thought. Tsk... it would be even better if he stepped on me with those leather-shod feet.
"I won't make things difficult for you. Here's what we'll do: just get onstage now and explain things to the audience," the chairman said. "Once you've explained, leave the rest to